He played his guitar, practicing for his upcoming show while you scrolled away on your phone. When the soothing melody stopped you frowned and looked up only to see him going over to you and sitting down, placing a kiss on your cheek, and continuing to play the guitar.

You chuckled and put your phone down, now watching him as he played the guitar. He glanced up and smirked. “Are you going to come to the show this weekend?” He asked, still strumming the guitar lightly.